If he were a gentleman it would, of course, be different; but he is a young carpenter and, though you won't see it, that seems to me to make all the difference." "From what I have seen of him, mother," Frances persisted, "I am sure that he has the feelings of a gentleman; even if he is not one by birth, about which I am not certain.

Anyhow, I am much obliged to you for letting me have my own way." "You always do have your own way, Frances," her mother laughed.
"You get round your father first, and then you come to me, and what can I do against the two of you ?" Reuben briefly answered Miss Furley and Mrs.Hudson; and Mr.
Hudson, feeling that the lad would rather get over the scene as soon as possible, slipped his arm though his and said: "Now, Reuben, you must just come up for a minute on the poop.

The other passengers are all waiting to shake you by the hand, and they would not forgive me if I were to let you run off, as I know you are wanting to do, without a word." Accordingly Reuben was taken up to the poop, where the passengers all shook hands with him, and congratulated him upon his courage.
"Now, I suppose I can go, sir," he said, with a smile to Mr.
Hudson, when this was over.
"Yes, you can go now," Mr.Hudson laughed.

"Most young fellows at your age would be glad of an opportunity for figuring as a hero, but you talk as if it was one of the most painful businesses imaginable." "Anyhow, I am glad it's over, Mr.Hudson, I can assure you; and now, I think I will turn in again.

Considering what a night I had, I feel wonderfully sleepy." It was not until the sun was setting that Reuben appeared again on deck.